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seven,

episode five ~ dead end

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Walking into Marge was not something Gianna planned to do tonight. She doesn't know what she's expecting walking into the club.

But she was bored alone at home, her dad and Rosa went out to dinner and both Ludo and Chiara ignored her messages, so instead of crying at the thought that she's all alone, she put on a nice dress and went to Marge, because it's a club she knows will serve her drinks without an ID.

"Well, well, well, look what the wind brought us in here," Fiore appeared beside her, smug grin on his face.

"I'm not here to play a whore for your contacts," she told him, looking at him with blank stare.

"Why are you here then? To negotiate for Chiara, like she did for Ludo and Damiano?" He asked, smirk on his face, letting out a small chuckle.

"I'm here to have fun," she gave him ironic sweet smile. "So let me get the first drink on the house, will you?"

"Bossy, I like it," he teased, "Moscow Mule?"

Gia shrugged, "sure."

Gesturing to his bartender, he turned his attention back to her, "how is Ludovica?"

"I wouldn't know," she turned her eyes to him, "your games ruined our friendship."

"Keep in mind, they both chose to play themselves," he raised an eyebrows at her.

Gia snorted, "right. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Thanks," she thanked the bartender, taking the drink in front of her.

"Look, I can find you a guy," Fiore started. "It can be one time thing, no big deal."

"If I feel like fucking someone, it will be because I wanted to without getting paid, yeah?" She gave him a sickly sweet smile, getting up from the bar stool, she chugged her drink in one go, then boldly took the drink Fiore ordered for himself, chugging it down too and made her way towards the dance floor, Fiore watching her with impressed look on his face.

The dance floor was a riot of colors. The sharp scent of sweat mixed with sweet perfume filled the air. Gianna's body came alive with the music playing, raising her arms up over her head she let herself get carried away with the music and the alcohol in her system. Every so often, she would lock eyes with Fiore who still sat at the bar, his eyes locked on the blonde on his dance floor.

Rolling her eyes at Fiore's smug smile, she leaned into the mystery guy, that has appeared behind her, and averted her gaze from the club owner. He bent his head down a little, placing soft kisses on her neck, she leaned her head the other way, granting him easier access, closing her eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

"Let's take this upstairs, yeah?" He whispered into her ear. Gia turned around, looking at him, putting her hands around his neck.

"Won't you buy me a drink first?" She asked with a coy smile, the handsome mysterious man returned her smile, grabbing her hand, he lead her to the bar, that before was occupied by Fiore, but not anymore.

"What would you like?" He asked, looking at her, keeping his hand around her waist.

"Whatever you get," she smiled at him. Nodding the man ordered two drinks for them.

"What's your name?" He looked at her.

"Gianna."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you," he told her. "Giovani," he introduced himself. Gianna let out a chuckle. "What?" Giovani asked with a smile on his face.